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I held my baby so perfect and very dead and kissed his cold lips. 'Till my last breath I will mourn, my mourning shall shatter hearts. I dressed him in blue and laid him in sweet repose, many passed with tears. I had to let my boy go, that parting haunts me ever. _______________________ December 19, 2017 Poetry/Verse/'Till My Last Breath Copyright Protected, ID 17-1260-800-0 All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France

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Date: 6/16/2020 7:35:00 PM
He is not gone...neither is the pain...know that God needed him with Him and they are waiting for you when the time fully; make him proud. Bless, DH.
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Constance La France
Date: 6/17/2020 1:15:00 PM
Wayne, I like your comment, it almost exactly what my beloved grandma said to me at the burial, and I believe that beyond the clouds he waits, I must believe that _Constance
Date: 6/16/2020 2:05:00 PM
This piece was so sad! Wow, I can't imagine what was going through your head as you wrote this piece. Best wishes in the contest
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Date: 6/17/2020 1:21:00 PM
Kudzai, thanks for visiting my poem, it was difficult to write, but I find writing my sorrow is a release for the emotions that I gather inside of my heart and soul_Constance